#036. theresa \ threads

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@polyphoniie​ \ \  sc \ \ Juliet

         there's little to no rush when THERESA walks to the balcony && leans against the fancy MARBLE, placing the glass of the overly EXPENSIVE red wine on the flat top ; inwardly appreciating the comfort that SOLITUDE gave her ----- there, away from the party && insipid rich bastards that they so NEEDED, she could RELAX.   pale, DELICATE, fingers blindly search inside her purse, fishing for her pack of cigarettes and a LIGHTER.           she's in yet another DELOS beneficent party && as much as she LOVES leaving WESTWORLD, being at the third tribute party for William in the year hardly counts as her favourite hobby, not when she doesn’t even like the guy.          she lights the cigarette, indulging in at least one of her VICES ----- since the other had decided to stay back at Westworld with FORD to code some sort of UPGRADE for the hosts -----  as her SHARP blue eyes move, watching the guests laugh   && drink, chatting about the most TRIVIAL things as if they were of any importance, she puffs.   her eyes WANDER, this time upwards && , gazing at the night sky ( a sky with no stars, she notes, so different from DENMARK ----- different from home ), Tess pictures herself in the quiescence of her room, laying on her bed && maybe ( just maybe ) in that picture there's Bernard with his charming GOOFY grin and WARM arms around her body, embracing her ; GROUNDING her. clicking heels bring her attention back to reality && she tilts her head, looking at the woman. JULIET.

          ‘ ‘  fancy one ?  ’ ’    she quietly offers, motioning with the hand that still held the pack.

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@notlikegcds​ \ \ lyric sc \ \  me & my friends are lonely

          ‘ ‘  i cope SMOTHERED in smoke,  dehydrate my soul    ’ ’

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@notlikegcds\  theresa sc

          ‘‘   that  fuckin’ guy...   ’’      the danish woman QUIETLY curses under her breath, walking down the stairs && heading outside once again ; she was never PRONE to that —-  feelings, that is.   hence why she takes little to no PLEASURE whenever she is FORCED required to leave the safety of her confined && CONTROLLED workplace to wander around outside, in  WESTWORLD.   this time, HOWEVER, she was not  there to personally check on the HOSTS, not really.   this time, she came to check on FORD && his morbid theater of absurds that he so called his GREATEST ( &&, hopefully, last ) work.   the SCALDING sun && the dry weather sent an unpleasant HEAT wave through her body, briefly making her regret her choice of attire to this meeting.   nevertheless, she made it there, spoke with the UNNERVING man, && certainly would made it back to her office without any risk of dehydration —- even if the entire interaction with Robert left an uncomfortable LUMP in her throat.   the closest elevator wasn’t far && yet, to her aging HUMAN body in heels, the journey back seemed to take almost twice longer than it had before, but, still ( against her better JUDGEMENT ) she decides to have a smoke     —-—- —-     && that’s when the subtle noise of a gun being LOADED calls her attention enough  so she finally realises she is not as ALONE as she first thought herself to be. 

         ‘‘   easy there  ’’      Theresa froze, cigarette in hand as her entire body tensed up even though she was aware she could easily STOP this foolishness anytime —- if Bernard was there, he’d probably blab about a NATURAL human reaction, fight or flight or whaterver shit like that —- but, the thing was, she wasn’t so keen to interrupt Mr Sizemore’s narrative again. so she starts to turn towards the host, grudgingly indulging in the pretense a little more, before her patience wears thin.    ‘‘   i mean no harm.  ’’

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@wanhton \  theresa sc

        ‘ ‘  Wanahton, bring yourself back online    ’ ’     the danish woman started, crossing her arms —-  taking a moment to study the android’s face before her evaluation. even after all these years working in WESTWORLD, she never really got used to the eerie feeling that the hosts gave her. no matter how much Bernard claimed they were HARMLESS, she highly doubted that was the case.     ‘ ‘  analysis. WHY were you so far from your loop ? —-   english, please.    ’ ’    

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@electricsheepwrangler​ \ \ lyric sc \ \  diggin

         ‘ ‘   i've got the FEELING that this won't work out   ’ ’